I hate those times When I wanted to reach you We met in odd feelings And that fated talk might not have affected yours It won't be real cause I'm frightened (At the future) And then, the next page was probably a hope about How could I win a laurel in my own eyes with you But that was just another wish you gave me You hold back the puzzle between your dreams Cause until this time it's still uncharted To talk about the trust in your mind I just know that the blueprint is on his hands I won't be able to notice Open your baffled eyes Open your eyes The ocean draws hollow, The blue repeats pity notes The sound makes wounds, The stream mourns senses The ocean draws hollow, The blue repeats pity notes The sound makes wounds, The stream mourns senses On my distressed frame Oh, I'm letting you drown me down Oh well, the next page's probably a blank page about How could I just weep to what our recollections were If there's another hope you would give me To let me live a spark between your dreams Cause until this time it's still uncharted To talk about the trust in your mind I just know that the blueprint is on his hands Haze flows in front of my eyes I let myself baffled I don't know why